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  • Harshad Joshi 3:04 pm on April 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Philosophy, reason,   

    reasons 

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  • Harshad Joshi 5:05 am on May 13, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bliss, , , , , , joy, , mystic, , Philosophy, ,   

    Surreal bliss 

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  • Harshad Joshi 7:02 am on July 26, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Achievements, Philosophy, , Yahoo! Answers   

    What is the greatest achievement of one’s life?? 

    Best Answer – Chosen by Voters

    The sense of achievement is different for various people
    Example
    1. For a mother – To hear the first word from her child
    2. For a father – The feeling of becoming a ‘father’
    3. For a Old person – When his great grand sons hugs him and says “How are you?”
    4. For a artist – The joy and thril in creating a master peice
    5. For 99% of us – Getting money, marry good looking girl we always like, keep mom and dad happy, bring up a child, help him to grow, expect good from him, and so on…..

    We can go for many pages, but I am feeling sleepy right now.

    Good night

    Before I sleep, a little prayer towards God.

    Oh God….
    Thank thee for the wonderful things that you gave me today.
    Thank thee for yet another beautiful day.
    Thank thee for showing me the right direction
    Thank thee for the beautiful moon and stars in the limitless sky..
    Thank thee for the first tones of Freedom…

    Bless me and my friends at Yahoo! Answers today.
    Help them to get the right solution to their answers
    Protect the Good…
    Help me to avoid the Bad…
    Good night God..
    Tommorow will be the light..
    A dream of dolphin…

    (Isent there too much of thee? 😉

    May you achieve whatever you desire in life, provided its going to be useful to mankind.
    Then, you might tell whats the greatest achievement of ones life..
    HariOm tatsat..

    Good night..

    • 2 years ago

    Source(s):

    At that time, I was hooked on to Yahoo! Answers, but now it seemingly looks boring..Now found a new toy – Twitter..
     
  • Harshad Joshi 6:24 am on June 20, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Hell, Innocence, , , Philosophy, , , Threats, Time,   

    Moments of madness and sadeness(and peace too) 

    Its night. I am on the terrace, waiting for Nikhil. Our meeting is late by almost 2 hours, and on top of that, the sms meant for him went to someone else whom I have recently hurt a lot. Yeah, she was my only good friend who used to enquire – ‘Howz you’, no one, even my so called best buddies never asked me so sweetly of how am I? No one cared. I mean why would anyone bother?? My image in front of them is that of a warrior, every move is a war, every step is a step taken in battlefield, no place for emotions. Warriors are not meant to be asked ‘Howz you’, its assumed that they are fine. Why emotions? The only emotions that were known were Rage, and madness fueled by arrogance and ego, an ego I dont remember the time I carried first. Why do I have that image? Why am I attracted towards pain? Why do I have so much ego and arrogance that not only hurts me but also the people who are around me. Why? No one bothers to know this, but I am going to put it in public, I am suffering it for past 3 days, and its too much for me. The guilt is killing me. Its not the first time, but then who says that sufferings are easy? Sufferings are sufferings, everytime we suffer, it hurts. It hurts like hell. Why did I make a hell of my only good relations? Was I proud? Was I vain? Was I mad? I dont know, but definately I am sade.

    Coming back to the meeting. Nikhil and I met after almost 2 months. Strange thing. Two brothers living in a same place chat over Instant Messenger, instead of offline meetings. Ridiculous or inevitable? Is it overuse of technology or height of geekiness?? Whatever…

    I told him for my problems. His solutions are always working. I trust him for almost anything. He said – ‘Brother, why did you suffer?’, I said ‘I dont know’, pat came the reply – ‘Coz you are new to it’, I said ‘But she didnt feel anything about it’ He responded – ‘ Reason is that – its not new for her’ Boy, I wonder from where my brother gets these answers? He is genius for sure. He makes a good software engineer, ruthless at times, but very practical and to the point. Not unlike me, an emotional fool, too vulnerable to get hurt in this hard world. Is this the reason why I wear a mask of a Warrior? I dont know.

    We discussed many things- Current trends in industry, the upcoming standards, the bugs, the errors, the childhood memories, esp the one of playing hockey and football, had a good laugh at it remembering our innocent days.It was an innocent world far far away from tangents of todays technology.Candy tasted like Candy, sugar was sweet, TV was cartoons and joy was joy, no adultrations. Mom says I am still that innocent child trying to find his lost toys in a huge world. Lost toys? Will ever I get to regain my lost toys?

    BTW, a sms seeking her apology has gone unanswered. I know it reached her,but currently she is too hurt to respond. I will wait. Time can heal every wound. Hate can be pacified. Desires can be overcome, only Time knows how and when…

    To be continued…

     
  • Harshad Joshi 11:37 am on June 19, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Friends, , Greed, , Philosophy   

    Why! … 

    I was childish and unfair
    To you, my only friend
    I regret, but now it’s too late

    I can’t show you anymore
    The things I’ve learned from you
    Cause life just took you away

    And I’m asking why! …
    And I’m asking why! …
    Nobody gives an answer
    I’m just asking why

    But someday we’ll meet again
    And I’ll ask you

    And I’ll ask you why! …
    Why it has to be like this
    I’m asking you why
    Please give me an answer

    Many years and stupid fights
    Till we accept to see
    How it was and it’ll always be

    Why it has to be like this
    Why we don’t realize
    Why we’re too blind to see the one
    Who’s always on our side

    And I’m asking why! …
    And I’m asking why! …
    Nobody gives an answer
    I’m just asking why

    Just tell me why! …
    Why it has to be like this
    That the good ones disappear
    I’m asking you why

    And I’m asking why! …
    And I’m asking why! …
    Nobody gives an answer
    I’m just asking why

    And I’m asking why! …

     
  • Harshad Joshi 10:52 am on June 18, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , Philosophy,   

    Karma 

    Whatever happens, happens…

    We create, We destroy

    A form, nobody knows….

    Desires create, Desires destroy

    Still, Karma spares no one…

    The Eternal Sacred Flame..

    Always burns…

    Feel…Understand…Learn….

    Look into mirrors of your soul, love and hate are one and all…

    Sacrifice soon turns to revenge and believe me, you would see the face who will say – I love you, I’ll kill you, but I will love you forever..

    These were the lines on my gtalk status, and the girl I was meeting for almost 2 years decided to abandon me. True there was no offline relation between us, nevertheless I was fool to associate my emotions with someone who was never mine. ‘Pure Friendship’ Duh.. How can she be so cruel, so cold hearted, so mean? So much that it brought tears to my eyes..after a long time, I remember – Tears dont taste good, they have got lot of sorrow filled in…I hate em. A man hates tears..And by the way, if purity is so weak that it gets broken so fast, then I hate it too..(Tears…cries…) 😦

     
  • Harshad Joshi 4:16 am on June 18, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Philosophy, , Relationships   

    Random Mumblings after a sleepless night 

    I am staring at my Mug right now. I dont know what I am feeling, but its sure that its not a feel good thing. Looking at myself, I wonder – What makes me suffer so much? What makes me behave crazy at times? How come my instincts lie to me at times? Why do my trusted tricks fail at the worst moments? Why do I get same thoughts after spending a complete 10 hours sleepless night?

    Wish I could scream and let the whole world know I am unhappy, I wish I could cry and announce my sadeness, at least let those emotions flow though my tears, but nothing happens. I am just looking at myself and thinking – From where do these emotions come? Why is my face emotionless? Where are my emotions? What happened to them? Have I lost my emotions due to these gadgets((mobil, wifi, broadband, satellite tv, internet, blogs, networks) around me? This 24 hours connected craze has drained me completely..on top of that, inspite surrounded by technology, people, I am lonely…as lonely as a single cloud on a bright sunny day. At least that cloud looks beautiful on a blue background, me me is in blues, in gloom. Still no emotions in sight..has the mirror lost his charm…or is he showing me a fadeout picture of my everlasting cast…Love is phasing…Love is moving to the rhythm of her sight…I get closer, to the crossing point of light…

    I dont remember that I was awake or in half sleep, but I do remember a bright light when my eyes closed. A bright light. Reminding of fire..fire like that of desires…Desires never burn, Desires never end, Desires are never over..and surprisingly, Karma spares no one..All night I wished there could be darkness, a place I could hide, but this light kept on chasing me. Is this what people call enlightment?? And why do people get en lighted only when their heart is broken? Is my heart really broken? Is it my figment of imagination?? I know that this world is a cruel place, no importance to emotions, especially for some stupid one called as attraction, love, whatever..But then I see people around me in love, where am I in there?

    I need to take a break. I wish to loose my senses for space and time…And I will…..

    At the same time, its wrong to long for a thing that never belonged to you, no one gave me the right to peek in their private life. I am not on the right track, need to return on my rivers of beliefs…the original me. The strong Harshad Joshi. The one who was before knowing all this. The one who stood by his principals. The one who fought against all evils. The one who was firm on his grounds. The one who never compromised. The first one to fight and the last one to quit. Thats me. Thats me. I want my glory back. O Mohiniraj, give me my strenght…

     
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